American Old Time Song Lyrics: 06 Over The Mountain
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 6
OVER THE MOUNTAIN.
Copyright. 1882, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Written and sung by Wm. J. Scanlan.
I'm always light-hearted and aisy,
Not a care in the world have I,
Because I am loved by a colleen,
I couldn't forget if I try.
She lives far away o'er the mountain,
Where I know she's still thinking of me;
Arrah! Cushla McChree, were I with you
This momeut how happy I'd be.
It's over, yes, over the mountain,
Where the little thrush sings on the tree,
In a cabin all covered with ivy,
There my Eily is waiting for me.
The day I bid good-bye to Eily,
That day- I will ne'er forget,
How the tears bubbled up from their slumber,
I fancy I fee them yet.
They looked like the pearls in the ocean,
As she wept the tears of love;
Savs she: Teddy, my boy, don't forget me,
Till we meet again here or above.-Chorus.
Oh! water and land may divide us,
Friends, like flowers, come and go;
The face of Eily will cheer me,
For in that dear face I well know,
The imprint of love and devotion,
Surrounded by thoughts chaste and pure,
Will serve as the star to the sailor
Whilst plodding the wild raging moor.-Chorus.